Joanie Adams

Joanie Adams · Follow Published in The Virgin Press · 2 min read · -- Henry Fuseli — The Serpent tempting Eve After relatively little thought — after all that hast been mounting up for years now — I bid to leave your Platform as a Writer. It shan’t pain me much, and I shalt not be heavily missed on your insulating bosom. The Virgin Press shall remain active, most likely only to guide Writers and Readers to Presses outputs elsewhere.

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Twice Made Unto The Tail Of The Years Forget us, you shall Turn your strident back, you will Reap the rewards thereon — naturlich! Your eyes forge homecoming ambulances to Guard the eyes, from what mustn’t be; Such terror, such guile! — Such is the tab of the old miser! Pity for such pitfalls — Prime would have it, for you to Bequeath the light of your lives, Till the clapping ass has Encaged that thoughtless face In an iron mask; Terror in War — Ornament in Piece; Antediluvian, los...